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I often think back to the times before school Times when I was 3 When my mother would stand in the rain with my big brother Rain boots and umbrellas keeping them dry I remember getting scared of the thunder and I'd wake up in a panic, because she wasn't next to me. She always came back inside, Tossed a movie into the VCR And stroked my hair Promising me it was just God bowling Celebrating the new angels he's welcomed home She always mentioned that he was sorry for being so loud, but couldn't contain his excitement. Now I'm almost finished with school And it's never phased me, when I dont wake up to her I don't wake up to her at all She left. And I dont think much of the thunderstorms anymore Its just rain And I just feel empty and anxious Petrichor always arrives at my door step Welcome home petrichor... Maybe I'll throw a bowling party for you since my mother won't return...
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Bowling Thunderstorms
I often think back to the times before school Times when I was 3 When my mother would stand in the rain with my big brother Rain boots and umbrellas keeping them dry I remember getting scared of the thunder and I'd wake up in a panic, because she wasn't next to me. She always came back inside, Tossed a movie into the VCR And stroked my hair Promising me it was just God bowling Celebrating the new angels he's welcomed home She always mentioned that he was sorry for being so loud, but couldn't contain his excitement. Now I'm almost finished with school And it's never phased me, when I dont wake up to her I don't wake up to her at all She left. And I dont think much of the thunderstorms anymore Its just rain And I just feel empty and anxious Petrichor always arrives at my door step Welcome home petrichor... Maybe I'll throw a bowling party for you since my mother won't return...
emptydurbansky
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
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